She took his hand, slowly leaned forward, and kissed his lips actively.

  His lips are healthy and elastic, soft but not thin, and because of drinking, they look a bit enchantingly red. Her lips were soft and cold, and her active protruding made his blood boil, and his emotions surged like a tide. He stretched out his strong arms, hugged her head, and kissed her deeply. His body sank, and he pressed her against the bed sheet. His panting breath fell on her ear and neck, and because he was afraid of hurting her neck, the kiss was as delicate as a dragonfly on water.

  As his kiss moved down gradually, his big hand also changed places, caressing her soft body. A numb trembling came from the place he touched, as thin as an electric current, "crackling", and went all over his body in the blink of an eye.

  Blinking his eyes suddenly, seeing his cheeks flushed, he moaned excitedly. Then there was a violent movement, turning her unspoken words into broken whispers. . . . . .

  The enthusiasm accumulated for so many days, at this moment, seems to turn into a passionate little beast, attacking again and again, as if owning her is just an instinct and desire he was born with. . . . . .

   There was a misty mist in front of her eyes. At this moment, it was almost impossible to tell where she was and where she was going.

   "Clear rain..."

  He whispered in her ear, the tide rolling inside her body had already exceeded her rationality.

  She hugged the strong body above her, and her slender fingers were too intense to embed into his back. Under the passionate kiss, she finally forgot everything, right or wrong, past, present, or future.

  Her bra was hanging pitifully on the edge of the bed. In the vibration again, it slowly fell to the floor.

   When she was fully committed, her mobile phone had been set to silent, and it vibrated for a long time, but it was not picked up.

  Finally, in a dark corner, it slowly stopped and fell into silence.

  ===========================

  When Mu Qingyu came out of the bathroom, Leng Yunlin outside was already asleep.

  The medicines on the table, sleeping pills and hangover medicines, have already been fed to him.

  Although he was not very drunk, alcohol, exercise, and sleeping pills finally made him fall into a deep sleep.

  Her hair had been dried, and she sat gently on the edge of the bed, looking at his peaceful sleeping face. Leng Yunlin who fell asleep was like a quiet child. The corners of her thin lips were slightly pursed, and the center of her brows was slightly furrowed, even in her sleep, she was still restless.

  Fingers gently across his brows, as if trying to smooth out his slightly wrinkled brows. There was an indescribable feeling gradually churning at the bottom of her light-colored pupils, but all these emotions were deeply suppressed by her.

  She lowered her head slightly, and her lips gradually approached the corners of his crimson lips.

  Thin soft and curved lips, there is a touch of gentleness, it is his warm breath. She opened her eyes slightly, and her faint eyes flowed under the long and dense eyelashes. Under the hazy yellow bedside lamp, it was like the warm sun in a winter afternoon, and there was a breath of peace of mind. Her hair gently fell on his cheek, itching, he seemed to feel something, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he never opened his eyes.